I think I could walk through the simmering sand if I held your hand. I think I could swim the skin shivering sea if you would accompany me. And run on ragged, windy heights, climb rugged rocks and walk on air:
I think I could do anything at all if you were there.
- Karla Kuskin
(a poem from a book I found on the shelf a while ago when I was hanging with the fifth graders in their classroom. It's called This Place I Know: Poems of Comfort and was compiled in memory of the events of 9/11. Each poem is illustrated by some renowned picture book artist. I think this one is lovely, though I don't exactly know who "you" means for me...I don't suppose it matters, really.)